Post by winterleaf on Jun 28, 2007 14:41:13 GMT -5
Name: Timberkit (later paw, claw)
Clan: Shadowclan
Age: 4 moons
Gender: Tom
Rank: Kit
Physical Description: Timberkit is a handsome tabby tom with a mottled coat. Unlike most tabbies, he has bigger, unorganized, but graceful dark silver stains, surrounded by a snowy white, slighly peach pygment as a base pelt. He has lean and sleek paws, resembling the ones of his mother, but a tough and rough bone structure, recalling the one of his father, rather more muscular and slightly stronger. He heritated his mother’s enchanting green eyes with a tuft of black patches around them. The tips of Timberkit’s hairs are silver, and give his pelt a gorgeous shine. His body is semi-skinny and lithe, with paws slightly bigger than normal to help battle against the river's current. The leathery pads on his paws and nose have a slate-blue color. His ears are large and pointed, with a touch of pale pink on the insides. He has a lambent pink muzzle that highlights his ivory, dusky, and dappled underbelly.
Picture: i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/Gaby_Bubbles79/Timberkit.jpg
Personality: Like Dancingwind, Timberkit is quite extrobert and cheerful, always determined to help others and optimistic when life gets tough. He can become a deathly opponent when it comes to protect his clan, for both of his parents are extremely loyal and would do anything to protect their clan, a tallent he herited. This handsome kit does his best to stick to the warrior code, thought he’s extremely and dangerously curious towards the huge and amazing world that surrounds him, forcing him to break some rules of this so-beloved code. Timberkit hates to lie, but he is forced to do such a thing sometimes, making him quite mysterious and threatening, like Darkstep. Despite so, he’s kind with others and would usually claim to be more madure and stronger than the rest of the kits in the nursery. Something that really outstands in this young kit is his desire to follow his heart and never pay attention to the opinion of others.
History: Timberkit’s roots are clear. He was born to the beautiful Dancingwind and the evil Darkstep. His birth gave his father some reformations, making him tender and sweet. He has another sister called Nightkit.
Rping Example: “Come here little fella! Come here!” A high pitched voice shouted as the sun arised in the horizon. Timberkit jauntily bounced towards the butterfly that flew above his tabby ears in the attempt to capture it. The vulnerable but beautiful creature was too quick for the young kit to catch it. While he playfully jumped, glimpses of the radiant sun reached his emerald eyes, making him squint to eye the butterfly easier. Suddenly, more rays blocked his eyesight. He shielded his eyes with his dappled paw, but it was too late. The butterfly had gone. Sighing in dissapointment, Timberkit reluntancly sat down in the bramble nest he had just learned to call as “nursery”. He heaved a long yawn and zingily examined the patches of fur lieing on the ground in seek for her sister, Nightkit.
Password: Mice... A tasty treat.
I don't want to let him go but Bramble told me I had to and I would already cross the limit with him *sobs*. For anybody that adopts him, please take care of this cute little cutey!!!
Clan: Shadowclan
Age: 4 moons
Gender: Tom
Rank: Kit
Physical Description: Timberkit is a handsome tabby tom with a mottled coat. Unlike most tabbies, he has bigger, unorganized, but graceful dark silver stains, surrounded by a snowy white, slighly peach pygment as a base pelt. He has lean and sleek paws, resembling the ones of his mother, but a tough and rough bone structure, recalling the one of his father, rather more muscular and slightly stronger. He heritated his mother’s enchanting green eyes with a tuft of black patches around them. The tips of Timberkit’s hairs are silver, and give his pelt a gorgeous shine. His body is semi-skinny and lithe, with paws slightly bigger than normal to help battle against the river's current. The leathery pads on his paws and nose have a slate-blue color. His ears are large and pointed, with a touch of pale pink on the insides. He has a lambent pink muzzle that highlights his ivory, dusky, and dappled underbelly.
Picture: i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/Gaby_Bubbles79/Timberkit.jpg
Personality: Like Dancingwind, Timberkit is quite extrobert and cheerful, always determined to help others and optimistic when life gets tough. He can become a deathly opponent when it comes to protect his clan, for both of his parents are extremely loyal and would do anything to protect their clan, a tallent he herited. This handsome kit does his best to stick to the warrior code, thought he’s extremely and dangerously curious towards the huge and amazing world that surrounds him, forcing him to break some rules of this so-beloved code. Timberkit hates to lie, but he is forced to do such a thing sometimes, making him quite mysterious and threatening, like Darkstep. Despite so, he’s kind with others and would usually claim to be more madure and stronger than the rest of the kits in the nursery. Something that really outstands in this young kit is his desire to follow his heart and never pay attention to the opinion of others.
History: Timberkit’s roots are clear. He was born to the beautiful Dancingwind and the evil Darkstep. His birth gave his father some reformations, making him tender and sweet. He has another sister called Nightkit.
Rping Example: “Come here little fella! Come here!” A high pitched voice shouted as the sun arised in the horizon. Timberkit jauntily bounced towards the butterfly that flew above his tabby ears in the attempt to capture it. The vulnerable but beautiful creature was too quick for the young kit to catch it. While he playfully jumped, glimpses of the radiant sun reached his emerald eyes, making him squint to eye the butterfly easier. Suddenly, more rays blocked his eyesight. He shielded his eyes with his dappled paw, but it was too late. The butterfly had gone. Sighing in dissapointment, Timberkit reluntancly sat down in the bramble nest he had just learned to call as “nursery”. He heaved a long yawn and zingily examined the patches of fur lieing on the ground in seek for her sister, Nightkit.
Password: Mice... A tasty treat.
I don't want to let him go but Bramble told me I had to and I would already cross the limit with him *sobs*. For anybody that adopts him, please take care of this cute little cutey!!!
and everyone knows here knows how much I value a well done piece.
